Mental strength: 10+1200.
Talents: Broken Edge, Golden Shadow Blade, Flying Wings, Dragon Phantom.
“Success!”
Han Feng was inexplicably excited.
The machete was upgraded to a Dragon Roar Blade, with each attribute increased by more than a thousand points, and a new talent awakened.
With such a magical weapon in hand, his own strength soared significantly.
If he encounters a lower-level god like the Fire Whale King again, he can kill it with one sword.
Han Feng gripped the machete tightly, and his temperament changed drastically in an instant.
It gives people a feeling of being high-spirited and looking down on the world.
With a knife in hand, the world is mine.
Anyone who doesn't obey can be chopped down!
Tongtian Tower coughed lightly and said, "I'm going to sleep. Hurry and leave here. Try not to disturb me in the future."
Han Feng's eyes darkened. "Can you be more polite when you talk to me? Don't I have any dignity?"
Babel sneered, "How can you have any dignity like this? If you feel your self-esteem is hurt, don't come to me for help!"
Han Feng scoffed, "I'm the son of destiny. I'll become a Chaos God in the near future. Why would I need to beg you for help? You think too highly of yourself."
I tried to communicate with the Tower of Babel in a friendly manner, but was met with ridicule in return.
With his violent temper, of course he couldn't stand it.
Tongtian Tower was slightly startled: "Didn't you just beg me to fuse the swords?"
It won’t admit its responsibility after it’s been used?
What the hell is this!
Han Feng chuckled: "I just asked you for a favor, I didn't beg you for anything, so don't be so self-indulgent."
Babel snorted: "Remember this, never come to beg me again."
Han Feng: "Are you worthy?"
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